The 'Mother-in-Law Sweep.'

Today, Bill & I are cleaning for my mother-in-law, who's coming to stay next week while we're in San Francisco. You never realize how completely filthy your house is until you give it the "MIL Sweep" -- as in, looking at it through the eyes of your mother-in-law. Such as that tiny speck of cat litter on the kitchen floor that Porkfat must have dragged in from her litterbox in the adjoining laundry room. Or the crooked rug on the stairs. Or the 367,500 stuffed animals thrown around BooBerry's room, making it look like an a-bomb hit a Build-A-Bear Workshop (Oh, the horror!).

I've been working all day and this place STILL looks like a war zone.